#sorry to be a bum i feel defeated

[glooomtownbrats]

been feeling like absolute shit for the past few years. actually ever since i finished college. i haven't found a job related to my career and i have tried and tried. being unemployed in this day and age is having a huge toll on my mental health especially as an adult. i have no idea what to do next and i can't even put into words how much this has deteriorated my mental health. nobody will hire me because either you need connections or networking or experience which i don't have. and what i learned from last year is the cold harsh truth about the universe. no matter how much you want something it may or may not come true, no matter how hard you try because there's always someone with better luck, better skills, more money and opportunities. actually most likely you won't get what you want and you have to double down and accept your fate. and that makes me absolutely depressed. it left me thinking why did i even bother going to college i went through it all and did all i could to be good and this is where i am.

[muniimyg]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!jk (9) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ *nsfw*

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note: some smut. some angst. some fluff <3

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when you arrive home, zion is fast asleep in jungkook's arms.

you tiptoe towards them and kiss zion's forehead. he shifts a bit but jungkook automatically pats his bum. he's literally asleep, yet his daddy senses are on. you aren't sure why, but your heart tugs at the sight... that's okay, right? for you to feel some type of way when you see them asleep together in your bed?

jungkook and zion truly look so alike.

from their doe-eyes to jungkook's cheeks—even their freaking hair! you can't help it. whenever zion gets hair cuts, he looks like a little man. a mini jungkook... and who wouldn't want that? jungkook has and will always be the most handsome to you.

yet, zion acts exactly like you. it's like the biggest bite in the ass ever. his pickiness and sensitivity root from you. the way he compromises and admits defeat (rarely) are completely you. his sweetness is copied by you but his cheekiness is definitely from jungkook.

zion is the perfect mix.

sometimes your heart aches. sometimes your heart fills up with joy. sometimes it makes you second-guess everything. sometimes it gives you gentle clarity.

"where's my kiss?" jungkook murmurs, eyes still closed.

your lips curve into a tired smile.

"have you guys been sleeping in my bed for the past 2 nights?"

jungkook rubs his eyes, sitting up. he then pulls his arm away from underneath zion's head. "yeah. he wouldn't sleep on his bed and i couldn't sleep on the couch. sorry, did i overstep—"

"no," you interrupt him. "what's mine is yours. it's always been like that."

he nods.

"still waiting for my kiss..."

you roll your eyes but give in. jungkook purses his lips, waiting for yours. instead, you kiss his forehead and pinch his cheeks.

"can you put him back in his room? i've been sleep training him to be more independent... and i miss my bed. he usually climbs into bed with me by 7am anyway."

sleepily, he complies with your request.

as he leaves with zion in his arms, you grab your flimsy nightgown from your closet and go to shower. then, as you step into your bathroom, you think about your closet... it definitely was a mess when you left.. yet, everything is folded so nicely. did he organize it up for you?

huh.

as you turn the water on and step in, you can't help but wonder what will happen tonight. sure, the nightgown is an obvious tell to jungkook that you're down to fuck—but aside from that... you wonder what else he could say or do tonight that will have you tossing and turning.

truth be told, the 2 nights away that was filled with work was exhausting. like, so beyond tiring that you felt miserable. it was so weird to be indulged in work and not come home to your boys... not that jungkook has been home with you since the separation; but the thought of it... it just... it felt good.

for the first time in a while, you felt it.

the want to be together.

as in, the desire to be a family in one house... all together... all over again.

it shook you to your core.

but there was also a relief that overcame your mind. you've never been the type to fight peace anyway (which is also why you asked for a separation 8 months ago... because you didn't feel any back then).

perhaps the poets are right.

time changes things.

people change.

... and so does love.

jungkook has a fistful of your nightgown while you have a fistful of his hair.

his tongue has been nothing short of perfection against your clit. there isn't a single inch of your pussy he hasn't devoured. he does it so well too. what you said was true... him eating you out is never relaxing.

of course, jungkook knew how to tease the shit out of you. how to drag your orgasms and make you last as long as possible. if he felt mean, he'd do it until you cried from how much your pussy throbbed from the edging. god, he was so mean sometimes.

but tonight, he's so nice to you.

he flicks his tongue at all the right spots. you squirm and all he does is wrap his arms around your legs and tug you closer. moving your pelvis to the rhythm of his licks; you feel yourself tighten and the need to close your legs. so, you do so. you close your legs, burying his face deep into you.

jungkook loves it.

god, he fucking loves this.

he eats you out like there's no tomorrow. he slurps you up as if you're the freshest thing to drink. he spits in between his sucking (completely unnecessary. you're literally drenching your sheets already) because he knows you feel it. you feel the heat of his saliva and the way it drips down your folds. how nasty it must make you feel because you like it so much.

again, jungkook loves this.

"that's it, honey..." he praises you. "doing so good. so fucking pretty—y-you're just the prettiest, aren't you? you know that, right? the absolute prettiest."

"s-shut up!"

"come on! ... my little starfish," jungkook chuckles. "say you're mine and i'll let you cum tonight."

you attempt to shoot him a glare. "t-thought you're gonna b-be nice to me tonight..."

he shrugs, reaching up and brushing the sweaty strand of hair off your forehead. "i'm whatever you want me to be."

you don't answer him. instead, you moan and murmur; "fine.. fine. yours. i'm yours."

sigh.

he loves this.

he loves you.

there is literally no other way of putting it.

he loves every hair pull you accidentally jolt to doing. he loves the way you mumble his name in between hitched breaths. he loves the way you watch as his head bobs up and down, right and left, and right in the middle. he loves the way you react to his nose, gliding and causing your pussy to pulsate like crazy. he loves the way you gasp when he slips his fingers inside you and the way your walls tighten around him.

it's everything.

to see you completely fall apart against his touch. to feel the way you let go of his hair and search for his hands, intertwine them, and need them the way you do. to see you come so undone; you release everything you have. you squirt, making a mess on his fingers. your gasps come out like stutters, but your moans take over.

a huge relief is lifted off your shoulders.

you can always count on jungkook for the most mind-blowing orgasm. he just knows your body so well. he does it so good. he's so good to you.

as you catch your breath, jungkook gets up to grab a towel from your cabinet. he returns to you, wiping your inner thighs and then your folds. he then lifts you up a bit to place the towel underneath. without an exchange of words, you open your arms and he collapse in them.

there, you two lay.

his head is on your chest as you play with his hair.

mumbling against your skin, he asks; "what time is it?"

"like.. 1am?"

"oh," jungkook yawns. "kinda early."

though it's true, you know you aren't as young as before. before, you two used to leave the house at 1am... now, with zion's routine and your career; you were usually asleep by 11pm.

"you're gonna regret saying that when zion comes in at 7am and jumps on the bed." you laugh, tugging on his hair a bit. "and when he demands for pancakes so you have to get up and cook them—"

"i can cook them."

"i know," you remind him. "you like making them heart-shaped... cos you like to show off."

"cos i love you, actually."

"yeah, yeah."

he chuckles and you kiss the top of his head.

then, a silence falls upon you two. a part of you wonders if he's asleep already and if you should shut your eyes and follow... but then, he speaks.

"are you okay?" jungkook asks you, as gentle as possible. "you just... you seem really stressed these days. you're handling everything well, by the way.. i just want to check up on you... cos i can take zion on the days you're busy, you know? it's no problem. i can also come by and help out in the house—"

"yeah," you think for a moment. "did you do my laundry? i saw everything in my closet was folded."

"i did."

"okay. thank you. you didn't have to."

"i know."

"okay."

jungkook sighs. "so... are you okay?"

you pause.

"should i quit?"

jungkook pulls away from you. he sits up and stares at you.

"are you kidding me?" is all he manages to say even though a million and one things run through his mind. "is that what you really want to do?"

"i d-don't..." you shake your head, eyes beginning to gloss with tears. "i just.. i feel so drained? like i'm not here for zion enough.. like i'm not present in moments with him. sometimes i cook breakfast without even realizing i'm burning the food because i'm daydreaming of a different life—i d-don't know. i don't know anymore. i'm so tired of winning all the time too. does that even... does that even make sense?"

jungkook looks at you sincerely. with all his heart, he can feel your pain and wants to do anything and everything to ease it. he knew something was up with you. he fucking knew it. you were like this before you asked for a break. you were like this when your best friend moved away. you were like this before graduating from law school.

it's a lot.

he knows it.

you have a lot on your plate and you've always been on the go. jungkook has been fortunate enough to have had time in his career and projects to pace himself... whereas you've always been the best of the best. the demands are crazy and coming home to wanting to be the best mom possible (which you are) must be completely exhausting.

he can't imagine how stressed you must be. he can't imagine what it's like to be you. he can't imagine what it's like to not be with you in moments like these.

"hey," he reaches out for you. you tighten your lips before burying your face to his chest. he wraps his arms around you, stroking your hair and easing your mind with his words. "you're brilliant, you know that? you have completely paved such a life for zion. you did it for yourself too... and it's tiring. i can't imagine how tired you are, honey. it's okay to rest and it's okay to need help. it's okay to put things down and it's okay to pick them up again when you're ready. you don’t have to do big things just because you’re capable of it… doing the right small things is good too. it’s more than enough, actually. ___, if you want to quit, if you want to lose, if you want to not want anything—so be it. do it all or do nothing at all... do it and let me be beside you through it all. i'm always going to believe in everything you do. i'm always going to give you what you need. i don’t want you to burn out. i’m here to protect you, you know? i'm always just... going to be... and you're... you're always going to—"

"shut up." you place your finger on his lips. "c-can you just hold me tonight or something? put me to sleep."

"okay, baby. should i sing you a lullaby too?" he chides as he kisses the top of your head. a little sleepy, he shuts his eyes as he rests his chin on top. as you pull yourself closer to him, you rest your head on his chest.

"... and can you leave more clothes here?"

jungkook's eyes shoot open. his heart flutters and in every possible way there is; he falls in love with you all over again.

"y-yeah," he clears his throat, attempting to hold himself together. "i can do that. i can leave more clothes here."

"okay," you yawn. "i love you... always."

"always," he repeats. "... forever too! i love you forever."

you snicker, teasing him about how cheesy he is. he laughs, blaming you for starting it. soon, you two talk about each other's day and little things zion does that make your heart glow. suddenly, then all at once, you two fall asleep.

it's beautiful, isn't it?

to be falling in love at the same time (once again).

you were right.

not that jungkook doubted you or anything—but you were right.

zion climbed into bed with you two at 7am. his eyes were barely open as he dragged mr kookie along with him. a few whines escaped his lips as he's frustrated and half asleep. to soothe his son, jungkook pulls him in and wraps him in his embrace.

you're still asleep when this happens but the slight movements make you responsive. shifting, you put your arm around jungkook and nuzzle yourself into the crook of his neck. he stretches his neck and kisses your forehead. then, he turns to his other side and does the same to zion.

zion then lets out a sleepy giggle from jungkook's kiss. his eyes are fluttering shut, but it's obvious he's fighting the sleepiness.

"dada?"

"mhm?"

mid yawn, zion asks; "you stay?"

"i'm staying."

jungkook breathes this moment in and holds you and zion tighter. he can't believe how lucky he is. how blessed he is for this second chance. how happy he is for this new beginning.

he’s so grateful for his forever and always.

[oneforthemunny]

Miss Evie!!! Can I request 5, A, & for the game please? 🩷

ofc you can <3 your roll: rockstar!eddie, over the knee, and dealer's choice! so for this story, i chose, hairbrush. also for those wanting to follow nepo baby!reader and rockstar!eddie's timeline, this one is based in their getaway for fashion week in milan (aka where sicily and sienna were conceived lol. read pieces of you and me for more context!) so mom!nepobaby!reader and dad!rockstar!eddie. while this does mention the kids, obv this is their romantic little getaway haha.

minors dni. dom/sub themes, spanking, it's really softer and sweeter kinda vibe. not so mean but filthy ofc. it's rockstar!eddie.

"You just need to relax, baby." Eddie hummed, perched on the small chair on the balcony, blowing smoke into the beautiful skyline of the city. "They're alright."

"You don't know that." You snapped, rolling your eyes in annoyance, twisting your wedding band around your finger anxiously.

"Yeah, I do." Eddie scoffed, bumming his cigarette. "You just called them an hour ago."

"A lot can happen in an hour, Eddie." You snarled, eyes cutting at him.

"Look, Princess, I know you're nervous, but you know your parents won't let anything happen to the kids." Eddie soothed, voice level and soft, shutting the double doors and turning the knob. "Farrah's checking in everyday to make sure. You know they'd call you if they even thought something was wrong."

"I know." You muttered, shoulders slumping in defeat. You did know, of course you did. The rational side of you screamed it, hadn't stopped since the moment you got on the plane. Still, you were consumed with guilt, with unshakable thoughts that something was happening- would happen to your babies, and you were on the other side of the world.

"I'm just... What if-"

"-No," Eddie shook his head firmly. "I'm not playing the what if game with you right now. You'll just get yourself more worked up."

You glared at him, huffing in annoyance. Eddie moved between your legs, fingers cupping your chin gently. "Nothing's going to happen, baby."

"But what if it does-"

"-If it does, which it won't." Eddie looked down at you with a pointed look. "There's your parents to handle it. Jeff, Farrah, Gareth- hell, I make a call, and Wayne would be there in a heart beat. He'd drop everything to go be with them. All these people checking on Persephone and Kensington. You know they're in good hands."

You relaxed in his touch, his words soothing to you. You knew Farrah would go to the ends of the earth for her 'nieces', Gareth too. As much as you hated to admit it, Eddie was right. The girls were in good hands, they were just out of yours for the time being, and that left you feeling anxious and out of place.

"You're right." You muttered, placing your hand over his, cradling his palm into your cheek.

"What's that?" Eddie grinned, lifting a brow playfully. "Can't hear you, baby. Say it again for me?"

You rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly. "Fine. You're right, you're right. I just- I don't know. I need to relax. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, baby." Eddie hummed, sitting beside you, his hand still holding yours sweetly. "You're a good mama."

You beamed under his praise, chin ducking to your chest a little shyly. Eddie's hand snaked around you, pulling you into his side. "You just need to unwind." His breath was hot on your ear. "We've got a childfree few days, baby. Need to enjoy it."

You grinned at his darkened gaze, rolling over your body, wrapped in a fluffy, hotel robe. "Yeah? What do you have in mind?" You purred, nails raking down his arm playfully. "Got any suggestions?"

"A few." Eddie played a long. "Brought a bag from home for us to play with. Any interest in that?"

"Hm," Your lips twisted in feigned thought. "Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Yeah," You nodded. "Nothing too mean. We've got to sit all day tomorrow."

"Fine." Eddie nodded, his hand moving up your collarbones, cradling the back of your neck. "Paddle?"

"No," You shook your head, nose scrunching. "Too much."

"Ok," Eddie sighed slowly, humming in thought. "Oh, you know what I found?"

"What?" You lifted a brow, tracking him as he went to the small duffle in his suitcase.

"Remember the tour of '92? Before the engagement?" Eddie's eyes lit up when they met yours. You nodded slowly. "Remember that hairbrush you brought with you? The wood one?"

"Yes," You narrowed your eyes at him. "The one you lost."

"Right, well," Eddie blushed, grinning boyishly. He pulled his hand out of the bag, the hairbrush in his hand. You gaped at him, eyes flashing in shock and surprise. "I lied about that. I really kept it because... it's stupid."

"No," You frowned at him playfully. "You have to tell me now."

Eddie shrugged, twirling it in his hand. "I dunno. You were leaving and I still had most of the east coast leg to finish out, and... I kept it because I missed you." You melted at his words, heart swelling with contentment.

"Anyways, I, uh, I found it the other day when I was going through boxes in the basement. Thought I'd bring it and surprise you." Eddie's eyes dazzled with darkened excitement. "Thought we'd use it like we used to."

Your cheeks burned with excitement, a smile spread on your own face as you nodded. Excitedly tugging off your robe, letting it fall to the ground.

Eddie grinned, settling on the edge of the bed. His hand found your waist gently, pulling you between his spread legs, bringing your face down to his for a sweet but sloppy kiss.

You maneuvered over his lap, wiggling until you were comfortable. Eddie's hand rested on your lower back, giving your hip a soft, affectionate squeeze.

"Wait," You hummed before he started, snaking your free hand to the middle of your back, fingers wiggling for his. He grinned, giving a soft laugh, lacing his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand gently.

"Let me know if it's too much, alright?" Eddie muttered, rubbing the thick wood of the hairbrush's back over your skin.

You nodded, inhaling gently, shuddering with excitement. Eddie lifted the brush, a final warning tap, before he brought it down. Softer than usual, but enough to have you squeaking, squeezing his hand at the impact. It was heavier than you remembered, packed a much stingier swat.

Eddie took his time, going from cheek to cheek, peppering your ass with spanks, hard enough to sting but not enough to be a punishment. Just enough to get your legs kicking, pussy peeking out, slick and aching for him.

"You're doin' good, baby." Eddie muttered, hairbrush falling again, a soft whimper filling the space. "Feelin' better?"

"Y-Yeah." You whined, thighs pressing together, squirming to dull an ache.

"Yeah?" Eddie repeated, giving another spank of the paddle right where your thighs met your ass. "You need more? Or you ready for somethin' else?"

"Mm," You shuddered, body kissed with goosebumps, the cold of the room mixed with excitement. "I dunno." You babbled nearly brainlessly, mind too consumed and blinded with need.

"You dunno?" Eddie grinned, softly tapping the hairbrush to the middle of your ass. You lifted your hips, just enough for him to see the puffy lips of your pussy.

Eddie twirled the brush around, an idea sparking, lewd and sinister in the back of his mind. Eddie ran the handle of the hairbrush through your folds, grinning at the loud gasp you gave, before sinking it into your sopping hole. He spent the rest of the night alternating between spanking you and fucking you with the hairbrush, until you were a brainless mess laid out on his lap.

[genderqueerdykes]

the election results have me feeling really bummed out as a closeted/pre-everything transmasc person. i feel like im grieving a version of myself that will never get to exist because im too scared

hey it's okay to feel this way, i'm sorry you're so scared right now

something i'd like everyone to keep in mind is that it's literally impossible for trump to change everything overnight. i hate our government but it has to fight with itself in order to function. individual states in the country are proposing some very questionable and unsafe bills, but it's not a reason to give up hope. there will always be states in our country like California who have and maintain strong enough trans protection laws that people will still have somewhere to go

change when it comes to government is gradual. it doesn't happen over night. that's how transphobes and republicans want you to feeel. they want you to give up, to become defeated and to never, ever try to transition. youre not wrong for feeling bummed, but do not give up on your transition because of them. that's what they want. fight like hell for your future. fight like hell for your comfort and identity

if anything now is the best time to get started. trump literally cannot do anything until January. and even then that's the motion of attempting to put bills and laws into action. attempting. there's no guarantee anything will be passed. reminder that we lived thru 4 years of trump before and barely anything happened. republicans are not as scary as we think they are. trump is a fascist yes but he can only do so much when it comes to bickering with the rest of the government

government moves slowly. change happens gradually. if you need help relocating to a safer place, feel free to ask. pursue transition now if you have the ability to. don't let some fascists get into your head and make you think it will literally be impossible. i promise it won't. they want you to get scared and feel like they're so powerful you can't do anything. fortunately the're not. you don't have to give up on your future. you don't have to give up on transition

take care of yourself, okay? it's okay to feel bummed but don't let them get too deep into your head. thats exactly what they want. they want all the trannies to detransition, go back into the closet, or never transition. and it's okay if people do this. but this is what they want. im going to continue being shamelessly trans. im going to continue being a tranny who looks acts and sounds queer. i know not every queer can do this. i know not every trans preson has that luxury

if you genuinely can't medically or socially transition it's alright. a lot of people just can't. it genuinely is very unsafe for many people. but i just want to stress that things will not become 1000x worse over night. you still have a chance. and there are people fighting for your right to transition right now. we will continue to fight harder. defeat is not an option- we will not let it be.

good luck, i hope you're able to feel better soon. take care of youreslf, no matter what you choose it's okay. but remember that change happens gradually. we will adapt

[ladylooch]

What if you’re recently going out with Nico and you can’t go to the game but you have plans to go out to eat after? But after the defeat he is feeling sad and tired and cancels, and you feel bad for him so decide to get him takeout from his favorite place ♥️. Once you get to his house he is just sad looking at replays of the game so you cheer him up! (You can do whatever it can be fluffy and cute or hot l) love your writing!! 🥰🥰

A/N: Okay Nico girlies, it’s time to heal. 🙏🏻

You’re five minutes into the third period of the Devils game when it dawns on you that you have not heard Nico’s name in quite sometime. Your eyebrows lower as you pause from wolfing down popcorn and M&Ms - your guilty pleasure snack. Tonight, you are trying to hold off your hunger long enough to meet Nico for a late-night snack. Eating at 11:00pm isn’t your normal dinner procedure, but for Nico Hischier you’ll make any exception. Curiously, your head tilts to the side while you grab your phone, scrolling through Twitter, looking for an explanation. 

“Nico Hischier is missing from the #NJDevils bench.” 

Ten or so more tweets follow that one. You bite your lip. The Islanders pressure on him has been intense since puck drop. You hope he is okay, but resist the urge to reach out to him. He will when he is ready. 

At least you think so.

Things with Nico are new. You aren’t sure what to expect from him tonight.

You watch the rest of the game, curled up under your weighted blanket, hoping it will relieve some of the anxiety you feel pressing into your lungs. Breathing is laborious as your airway tightens. Tingles of uncertainty practically numb your fingers by the end of the game. 

A little ping brightens your dark living room to your left. You grab your phone, seeing Captain Nico 😈 pop up with a text (his doing, not yours). 

Hi 😘 I’m so sorry to do this, but I have to take a rain check for tonight. Doctor’s orders are to sit on the couch and not move until I leave for practice tomorrow. I am so sorry. I promise I will make this up to you. I was really looking forward to seeing you tonight. I’m sending you some pizza through DoorDash. 

A lump forms in your throat from both the frustration of not getting to see him, but also the sadness for him being less than 100%. 

It’s okay! I completely understand. Your payment of DoorDash Pizza will be enough for now 🤪 You’re so sweet and do not have to do that. I’ve had enough popcorn and M&Ms for the two of us! But, I hope you are okay. I am here if you need anything.

You sigh, tossing your phone back onto the couch and leaning down to scream into the fabric. Fuck. You wanted to end the night falling asleep in his arms again. He has this way of calming the entire world with his touch. You needed that after a stressful week at work. Now, you’ll be tossing and turning all night, worrying about him.

Now, I’m definitely getting you pizza. No girl dinner for my girl. I am bummed, babe. Trust me. Wanted to get my hands on you. It’s been a long week.

An idea pops into your head, but first, you’ll need to wait for that pizza.

The pizza is still warm in your hands when you walk towards Nico’s apartment door. Thank god for the nightly activity in Hoboken, so you could easily piggy back into the main entrance. Plus, who looks scary with pizza in their hands? No one.

Your boots scuff at the floor beneath your feet until you get to Nico’s door.

“Hey did someone here order grabby hands and pizza?” You call out after a soft knock. You chuckle at the movement you hear beyond the door.

“I did.” He chuckles as he opens the door. Your body relaxes when you see his dimpled smile. He is definitely happy to see you. He’s wearing a backwards hat and comfy, Devils sweats. He looks okay, but his right shoulder seems to have extra padding around it. You tentatively reach for it, feeling the coolness. “Ice.” He winces slightly when he tries to shrug.

“Back on the couch, cap.” You insist. 

“Can I have a kiss first?” He asks, puckering his lips. You lean up, going slightly on your tip toes to connect your faces. Your eyes close as Nico gives soft, gentle pecks that awaken your body. Pink dusts your cheeks as a soft moan escapes his mouth. “I’m afraid the hands will have to wait. I look better than I actually feel.” He tenderly adjusts the ice on his shoulder. You frown deeply, staring at his hand there. 

“Are you… going to be okay?” You finish hesitantly. You aren’t sure if he will tell you, or if you really even want to know. But you’re a little scared and more information would be better than being in the dark.

“It’s too swollen and sore to know the extent of what’s going on.” Nico says. “Could be a sprain, could be a tear.” You nod, then bring your eyes back to his.

“Whatever it is we will work through it together.”

“I’m so glad you are here.” He murmurs, reaching to caress your face. His thumb strokes your cheek in soft swipes that have your heart growing in your chest. “I bet if we each have like five slices of that pizza and fall asleep together, I’ll be better tomorrow.”

“I stay the night one time and now you’re so presumptuous Mr. Hischier.”

“I can’t help myself. You’re a great cuddler. I’ll beg if I have to.” There are his dimples again, just for you.

“And here I thought I was going to have to beg you.” You chuckle, poking his stomach then walking towards his kitchen. “Can I get you anything?” You ask him.

“No.” He murmurs back, looking lost in thought as he scans your face. “Have I said how much I love having you here?”

“Literally two seconds ago.”

“Okay, well, that was too long ago. I love having you here. A lot. I usually have to go through these moments alone and not having to do that tonight is nice.” You nod because you understand how comforting it is to have someone take care of you too.

“I love being here, Neeks. Now put your butt back on the couch. I’ll bring you pizza when its warm again.”

[spoiled-milk]

blush blush characters’ (kelby, volks, eli, ichiban, cashew, and cole personal headcannons (imo‼️‼️)

a/n: doing some of my personal favorites then some lemme know if y’all want more. ik this is probably done already but like i like yapping on company time 🤪 i'm so inactive i am so sorry i am not cooking

content warning: none except for mild swearing and not proof read lmao

word count: ~2.0k words

kelby

➤would love love LOVE it if his s/o made him laugh or laugh at his jokes (even if they’re all sports related)

➤since he is an athlete and all i think that he knows how to cook healthier meals, but if you cooked anything for him, he would probably eat it since it's from you as long as it isn’t like covered in grease

➤he loves being around you, so if you go on morning jogs or evening jogs with it would mean the world to him and he values that a lot (even if he has to carry u halfway through the jog / walk it with you)

➤i don't think he would be too pushy with his diet on you, respects people and their own diets but would gently push for a healthier diet such as salads and low carb foods

➤if i were to suggest an ideal date for him is kayaking. it's a great work-out for him and it's a great opportunity to show you all the breathtaking sights that the river y'all kayak has to offer

➤kelby has weekly basketball games, baseball games, and swim meets, and he understands that it is a lot, but if you attended some of them or go out of your way to support him, his insides get gooey, and he feels like he could run fifteen miles

➤he lives and craves for physical touch. kelby will take what you can give. hugs? great. holding hands? awesome. linking your arms in his? he's in heaven

➤ok, to be a lil saucy here i think kelby would think you're super mega hot when you work out. here you are running on a treadmill sweat on your face and chest and he's definitely staring at you and now he's got to go to the shower rooms and get his head out of the gutters

➤also think of this guy’s stamina c'mon you can’t tell me that this guy would only go one wahoo round with you yk (source: me don’t ask)

eli

➤if you and them are even remotely the same size clothing wise, they are going to take your clothes. no asking or nothing eli will just rummage through your closet and make a fit with a few of your borrowed clothes

➤one time they stretched out one of your baby tees and you were so bummed out when you found it after they wore it and now eli swears to never take another one of those shirts again

➤would probably date someone who can put a really good outfit so that they can steal it

➤would also love if someone would watch anime with them please just give ouran high school host club a chance pls pls pls pls

➤they probably enjoy watching shoujo or slice of life but if you wanted to watch something else, they probably would watch it with you bc they like you lots

➤if you watch something that you started with them and watch ahead of them? they’re heartbroken. devastated. defeated. the first and the only time you did that they were inconsolable

➤would take you clubbing if you were up to it but if clubs aren’t your scene, they totally respect that and won’t push you out of your comfort zone

➤they will also take really really REALLY good care of you if you get wasted around them and they are really good at keeping you safe

➤very very personal BUT ELI FUCKS WITH VOCALOID‼️‼️‼️NO ITS NOT A PHASE

➤if you listen to vocaloid and reveal that to him he will spam you with new songs that drop by the vocaloid producers that he likes

➤i am a firm believer that eli fucks so hard with giga p you can’t convince me other wise sorry i make the rules

➤if u don’t know what vocaloid they will make you listen to a couple of songs that he thinks pass off as normal but again if you fw vocaloid then he can start showing you some niche vocaloid songs

volks

➤such an acts of service man. if you played his lil date thing you would know (i need to go back n double check this by playing it again)

➤gives off his moody dark grumpy energy but fuck it I’ll be in the minority that believes he likes being small spoon please give him head kisses he enjoys them even though he will not tell you

➤i think that volks in the beginning of your relationship is uncomfortable with pda but as your relationship continues, he’s gotten used to holding your hand or giving you quick pecks in public

➤at home though? his hands are on you always. a hand on your leg, your legs on top of his legs, his arms wrapped around your waist. he always has one of his hands on you

➤if you go on hikes for either leisure or to exercise, he will join you as much as possible every single time

➤HAS 👏A 👏 REALLY 👏 GOOD 👏 SKIN ROUTINE. he’s a model photoshop can only do so much yk. expect to do skincare together and face masks at the end of the week

➤has a very early bedtime (like probably 11pm or like midnight at the latest) so when he’s getting ready for bed so are you by force

➤if you wake up later than him whenever he has an early photoshoot, he will always prepare you a portion of whatever he made for himself

➤he wants you to meet his mom once it’s confirmed that y’all are serious. you two are the two most important people in his life (and he doesn’t have a lot of people in his life who matter the way that y’all do) and he wants to make sure that his mom gives you a seal of approval (as long as you make volks happy, you win her approval dw)

➤he knows he’s not the most romantic person out there but makes sure that you’re taken care of. that’s how he shows that he cares. he hopes that the way that he makes your bed, organizes your work desk, and applies moisturizer to your hands after you’ve long fallen asleep is able to convey the feelings of love and adoration, he has just for you

ichiban

➤tries to keep your relationship a secret from his fans and it works in his video formats because duh you can edit those but when he’s live streaming? he’s cooked. tf you mean he can’t just talk about how cute you are when you nap or gush about the way that you cutely hog the blankets when y’all nap together?

➤he was scared that his fans would not be too happy at the idea that he was in a relationship, but most of his fans were not like that at all. most of his fans are the sweetest people

➤some of them even tag you in some edits of ichiban and not gonna lie you watch some of them because DAYUM your man is fine

➤ok, some of his fans immediately become your fans when they see you on for the first time on his stream and that ichiban was not prepared for but he also was not prepared for the edits of YOU that go around his community

➤his chat makes it well known that if he fucks it up with you they’re all gonna come n snatch you up because you’re such a treat

➤is not very good with words or actions he’s kinda like a cute boyfailure but you can’t fault him too much he’s just so stinkin cute at being clueless

➤does this say anywhere in his voice lines or in his phone fling? no, but i do not care. um anyways, i think ichiban has a thing for building personal computers

➤like everything in his PC is customized. from the computer case, the motherboard, graphics card, everything. he has so much fun building them to the point where he has like 5 fully built computers off somewhere in his house because he didn't know what to do with them. to ichiban, they're like adult legos, but if legos costed even more money

➤if you wanted him to build you one, he totally would. probably wouldn't even charge you because he loves building them and customizing them for you (and because he's probably loaded from being a popular streamer and whatnot). ichiban would be absolutely elated if you wanted to build a PC with you if you offered. he loves doing things with you

cole

➤clingy clingy man touchy touchy man

➤this might be a little controversial but i don't think that he would like kill anybody. injure somebody? most definitely probably. (i'm probably in the minority here but i'll die on this hill)

➤BUT he’s very very possessive of you. does not like it when other boys pay attention to you. he wants to be the only one to see the crinkle in your eyes when you smile, or the way the sunlight hits your eyes when you’re reading in the afternoon, or see how ethereal you are when you sleep on the couch in the evening with a movie on that highlights your face just right

➤has articles of your clothing. has stolen a used shirt from your house just so he can use it as a pillowcase and snuggle with it at night

➤he will show up at your place whenever he has free time. after work, before work, he will sleepover at your place quite frequently too if you let him. your landlord is convinced that he’s your boyfriend with how frequently he comes over

➤loves doing mundane chores with you. washing dishes, putting away laundry, going grocery shopping, you name it and if he can help you he will. it feels like you two are a real married couple. soulmates. it squeezes his heart just right when people see you two getting ingredients for dinner and mistake you for a couple

➤if you have work functions where you need to bring a plus one you better call him first, he would pounce at the opportunity to be yours, even if it’s just for one evening

➤he’s very good with his words. he’s so cold to others but with you he’s so sweet. he can just tell if something is off with you. he somehow just knows if you had a bad day. he’ll be there with take out, movies, whatever you need (red flag honestly, but i like wearing rose colored glasses)

➤if you let him embrace you pre relationship, now he expects some sugar anytime he sees you. a hug when he first sees you, a hug for when you have to leave, a hug when he “accidentally” runs into you in public, etc.

cashew

➤he’s inexperienced, but he’s a quick learner. you’re probably his first relationship and he would never tell you, but he’s insecure about it

➤loves reading to you. it’s just so intimate with the two of you pressed together under the sheets. he gets butterflies just thinking about it

➤tell him you love his voice. that you like hearing him. he is a little aware that some people think his voice is hot but coming from you? he’ll hold it to heart. maybe he should consider recording for audiobooks

➤makes a reading list for you, out of love of course. he asks you what genres you like, book length, etc. even if you don’t read, should you ever ask for his recommendations he will be ready for you

➤go to the library with him and read pls. it doesn’t have to be date just go with him. he goes by himself all the time please go with him. you don’t even have to read books with words you can pull up the graphic novels he won’t mind promise

➤i imagine cashew fucks so hard with dates where it’s just the two of you (like a picnic or a walk in the park) he has so many ideas because of all the romance books he reads, but he’s scared he’s gonna botch the execution of it

➤treat him nicely please, again you’re his first serious relationship so don’t break his heart too bad

[lonelycowgirls]

"Do you still think you'd choose me if we met now?"

"What?"

"If you met me today, do you think we'd still get together?"

"What? Where is this coming from?"

Stella was struggling. Scrolling through her phone on Instagram was making her feel, well to put it bluntly, ugly. She'd often like posts of Harry, so her For You page would often be dotted with him. The picture of him with two gorgeous blonde women made her heart sink as soon as she laid eyes on it. She'd known that he was going to a little get-together with Brad the day before and she trusted him - it still didn't make seeing that picture any easier on her. Especially when he looked... like that in it.

"Well, we've been together for so long now... I just wonder... whether if things were different... if you'd even look twice at me."

"Stell, I literally had my tongue in your arse yesterday and you're wondering if I still fancy you?" Stella cackled out a laugh with him, and he chuckled on the sun lounger next to her. Did he have to air her out like that? He didn't even look up from his book when he said it.

"For God's sake," she sighed from laughing and unlocked her phone again, then found herself frowning at the picture that continued to shine on her screen. She sighed, "seriously though, look at these girls..." She rolled to her side to show him the picture and he grabbed her phone to look and zoom with his fingers. "Can't blame me for feeling a little bit insecure." She sat up and grabbed her water bottle from down by her bed and took a swig, looking out to their view of the ocean from the terraced balcony of their hotel. She glanced at him again. "Alright, I think that's enough zooming now, H." She leaned over and snatched her phone back, making him laugh at her. She shook her head and closed the app altogether.

"Yeah, there are plenty of beautiful people in the world..." He closed his book and stood lazily from his lounger. "They were nice girls to be fair..." Stretching his arms above his head, he breathed out a content sigh before bum shuffling onto the edge of her bed. Placing his arms on either side of her head to look at her, albeit through the dark tint of his sunglasses. "But none of them are you."

She lifted his glasses and placed them on top of his head, scraping the hair off his face. "If I wasn't so in my feels right now I would've gagged at that." He scoffed and hung his head on his neck in defeat. She lifted his chin so he was looking at her again, "but, thank you." She said softly, pecking his lips a few times and pinching his chin between her thumb and forefinger.

"I think you forget how funny you are, how charismatic you are, how caring you are, how smart you are." With each compliment to her personality, he pressed a kiss to her skin. To her forehead, to both cheeks, to her nose before moving to her neck. "You're so much more than what you look like." He nuzzled in further. "Not much to talk about with a gorgeous mannequin." He mumbled.

"Harry, that's a bit harsh." She commented, scratching the back of his neck where her arms were surrounding his broad shoulders. He pressed a final peck and pulled away to flop back onto his own bed.

"Well, it's true. Do you think we'd still be together after this long if we had nothing to talk about?"

She left his question to be rhetorical with just a shrug of her shoulders. She knew she was being dramatic and he always reassured her of how he felt about her. But really, what other girlfriend in the world had to deal with beautiful - like seriously stunning - people literally fawning over their partners?

"You're still thinking about it aren't you?" Harry said, again not looking up from his book and messing with his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger.

"No."

"You are, I can hear your thoughts."

"Oh, alright, sorry Mystic Meg."

"That's right, 'tis I, back from the dead. And I can tell you're still thinking about it."

"Go on then, what exactly are my thoughts telling you?"

He rest his book on his lap and brought a hand up to his chin to scratch it in false deep thought. "Nah, have to have eye-to-eye connection." She rolled her eyes at his silliness before he swung his legs to sit opposite her, slapping her thigh twice lightly. "C'mon." She sat up and brought her legs to sit so their knees brushed together, the hair on his legs tickling her. He sat forward to rest his elbows on his thighs and stared at her with a deep furrow in his eyebrows. She gazed into his eyes and quirked her own brow in question. After about thirty seconds of this, she scoffed.

"Spit it out then!" He brought his hand to slide up her thigh and squeezed it to tell her off. She held onto his wrist to get his hand away but he linked their fingers instead.

"Wanna know what I'm thinking?"

"What? I thought we were doing me?"

"Nah, it's about me now." She laughed and shook her head at him. "I'm thinking... staring deeply into your eyes..." He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against hers. "That I love you. Everything about you." She smiled. "Even when you're moody and impatient when I want to play games." He pinched her hip with the hand that wasn't holding hers, tracing the skin on the back of her palm. She flinched at the movement, opening her mouth to speak before he connected their lips again. With the Australian sun glistening on the seafront before them, beginning to set and casting a glow over the two of them, she imagined this would be the ideal place and time for Harry to propose. "I especially love your tits in that bikini top."

"And... you ruined it."

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This really just flowed out of me after seeing that pic, huh.

Nel xo

You can see the rest of the pieces from this universe here!

[lovelytsunoda]

crying over it all // clement novalak

summary: there are few things in this world more mortifying than failing your drivers test when everyone else your age has a license. it’s made even worse when your boyfriend is a racing driver

pairing: clement novalak x female reader

warnings: reader fails her driving test, which leads to significant self loathing, clem is just trying to be supportive and god I need someone like him right now

authors note: guess who failed her drivers test 🙃 I’ve rebooked it but now I have to commute by way of three buses to my college campus :( and don't even get me started on field placement...i wish i had never left it this long but at this point i need to trust to process and find some sort of way to move past it.

“I’m sorry, but you will need to retake your road driving test. I understand that’s not what you wanted to hear, but you need some more practice. you can see the full list of mistakes inside.”

it had been twenty minutes since she’s heard those words, and she still felt shaky on her feet. her hands had shook and tears fell down her face as she went inside, taking a number and waiting in a notoriously long dmv line to admit to the woman at the desk that she needed to rebook her test.

she didn’t want clement to see her like this, utterly defeated and trying not to scream her lungs out as she watched four teenagers in line in front of her get their licenses.

she was twenty one, for god sakes. she should have been driving by now.

she was sitting on the wooden bench, slouched I gracefully and letting the tears fall as she played with her car keys when clement found her.

what was the point of even owning a fucking car if she couldn’t drive it?

“oh, love." clem frowned, feeling his own stomach sink when he saw how distraught she was. "i take it that things didn't go well."

"could you tell?" she sobbed, trying to wipe her eyes. "was it that obvious? i hate myself, clement. how is it that i can't do something that pretty much everybody my age has been able to do since they were sixteen."

his heart ached as he heard her words. he'd passed his test on the first try, and he drove things for a living, so he's never really thought about what it must have been like for her, having to bum rides off her friends and family or to be bound to the transit schedule. while she was in college, it hadn't been the biggest deal, although it was a minor inconvenience. now that she would be working full time, the stakes were higher.

"i'm sorry, pretty girl." he frowned, pulling her closer, allowing her rest her head on his shoulder. "but you can take it again, and you know what you did wrong, right?"

"i start work next week, clem. i've looked up the commute and if i take public transit, it's almost two hours each way. and i feel like i'm a burden by constantly asking people for rides, or telling them that if they can't pick me up, we can't hang out. hell, my mother had to drive to my first date with you!"

clem chuckled at the memory, the image of a frazzled y/n stepping out of her mother's suv and frantically scanning the parking lot for clement. moments later, her mother had insisted to getting out of the car and introducing herself to clem. y/n thought that she would combust then and there.

"your mother loves me!"

"yeah, but imagine being a grown-ass adult and still having to get your mother to drive you to appointments because you don;t want to chance the bus route not aligning with your appointment time? i feel like my grandmother, and she's ninety, clement. she had her license revoked because she has cataracts."

"i know it hurts right now, but you are never a burden, y/n. your friends love having you in the car when they drive. hell, i feel like i drive better when you're next to me. i don't mind driving you places, you know. it means that i get to spend more time with you."

she smiled at the gesture, turning to allow clem to cup her chin and wipe some of her tears away. her face was flushed, eyes red and puffy. she couldn't shake the idea that she might have made a scene inside the testing center.

"i know. i just wish i could be more independent. transiting gives me so much fucking anxiety. i went over the curb when i three=point-turned and an old lady on a mobility scooter started yelling at me."

"but you never go over the curb."

"exactly! i think i was nervous, when i practiced the route with my dad, there were never any cars on the road. and i think after that happened, i got into my head and it screwed everything else up. i'm such a fuck up. i feel like i've let everybody down, especially you, since you helped pay for my fucking car."

'"hey, hey, don;t talk like that. you'll get it. i promise you. you know jenson button didn't pass his road test on his first try, right?"

she snorted, sitting up straighter, but still clutching clem's hand. "did he really?"

"yeah, and i think lando failed as well."

"yeah well, i've seen how lando drives. that doesn't surprise me at all."

having a laugh seemed to help, and at least now if people mwere staring at her it was because of the f2 driver sitting next to her, not because she was a grown woman who still couldn't drive and decided to cry about it, and then fling her keys onto the grass.

"i have some plans i might have to move around, and then i need to call my parents, and then my dad can take me out to practice a bit more but i have to trust that when i take it again in october, something goes right. because i know exactly what i fucked up."

she moved to get up from the bench, clm following closely behind as she shamefacedly handed him the keys to her volkswagen. well, the volkswagen now, since she couldn't drive it without someone who'd had their license for five years present.

"i'm proud of you for trying. i know that this was something you put off for a long time because of your anxiety, and even though it didn't work out, at least you tried." clem encouraged, his arms comfortably slung around her shoulders as she laced her fingers with his. "hey, it could be worse. you could have had your dad drive you here."

"clement, don't even joke!" she laughed. "you know that i hate taking transit, and that i don't always feel safe going places alone."

"i know. and if you ever feel unsafe, or too anxious to function, or just like you want to see my gorgeous face, call me. as long as im in the country, i will come and get you. and if im not, i'll send someone i trust."

"like who? max fewtrell? his driving is worse than landos."

clem snorted. "i meant ria. or pietra.

"thank you, clement." she sighed, leaning into him as he unlocked the car. "i love you."

"i love you more, pretty girl." he kissed the top of her head softly. "it will all work itself out, love. just you wait. and then you'll be the one driving me places."

TAGS:

@httpiastri @magnummagnussen @oconso @thatsdemko @scuderiamh @libraryofloveletters @diorleclerc @sidcrosbyspuck @cartierre @clemswrld @love4lando

[realshadow01-blog]

*Pop* just like a candy apple! {Platonic Radioapple!}

Introduction

|| Hello! I just wanted to say hello again as I've been gone for almost two years, I think. :3 I wanted to start writing again, for some reason, and it's 2:43am. I am not sure if I would post this or not, depends if I feel like it.||

|| Sorry for the absence, and if any characters are ooc (out of character) too! I have watched all of season 1 - but I can't capture the characters personalities that well. And sorry if my grammar or wording is bad, I don't know that much English as I thought. ||

|| This is a tickle drabble/short fan fiction post, and I don't expect any - but I will be taking requests for drabbles and headcannons! ||

>> || Summary for introduction: I do not know much English, I haven't captured the characters that well, this is a tickle-based, short fan fiction and I'm sorry for my (almost) two year absence. And, I am taking requests for drabbles and headcannons (no art or fics :<) || <<

|| Warnings (I guess!): Tickles, Swearing ||

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So, the Demon is back again! Back again with a new sense of humor and a new ruthless torturing method. The Radio Demon is back! He's returned, what does it mean for a certain rival? Or a few?~ The future will decide...~

It was a surprisingly quiet day in the Hazbin Hotel. Everyone was either out celebrating or having a full day in bed after they defeated the Angels. People were bummed out, injured and flat-out exhausted.

Lucifer decided to stay at the Hotel for a while, or at least visit often, and he was watching TV in the common room as he held his most prized rubber duck. Charlie was out with Vaggie, Angel and Husk were out too and pretty much the only people in the hotel were Niffty, Alastor and Lucifer.

Alastor was nowhere to be found, I mean, where would you expect an unpredictable being like him to be?

Nifty was off cleaning.

You already heard about Lucifer.

That changed when Alastor's shadow crawled around the floors of the hotel, until he emerged from thin air. His grin was as sinister and menacing as always, although something was off. It looked slightly strained. He was preciously annoyed by another Overlord, but we won't get into that, but it could be why... He then went to go find Lucifer, for some reason.

Lucifer was throwing his rubber duck against the wall and catching it like a ball, abandoning the television so all it became was simple background noise. He continued to throw the rubber duck until it hit Alastor in the face.

“Oops....” Lucifer giggled mockingly, not in the slightest sorry, but decided to apologize anyway to make matters better for him, if they were becoming bad. Although, Alastor, in return, grabbed the rubber duck and crushed it in his bare hand, sensing Lucifer's infuriated pity, despite Lucifer showing no emotion whatsoever. “Was that necessary, Alastor?”

“No,” Alastor's grin grew as he threw the shriveled rubber duck aside, his radio filter still as strong as ever, “but I wanted to. Doesn't that seem fair?~”

Lucifer groaned, annoyed. “What kind of shitty question is that!?”

“A reasonable question that needs answering.”

“Well, I won't fuckin’ answer!”

“...”

“As you wish.” Alastor's grin grew, but still looked a little strained.

Lucifer, funny enough, saw his strained grin and smirked.

“Is the demon cracking at something?~ Are you pissy about your wound from Adam?~” Lucifer retorted, giggling, which absolutely broke Alastor's patience and before either of them knew it, Alastor had thrown himself at Lucifer and pinned him to the floor, scribbling his claws into Lucifer's sensitive, tender sides, earning a surprised squeal and a string of squeaky laughter. “EEK!!~ FUHUHUHUCK!!- ALAHAHASTOR!!??”

Alastor had just smirked, moving his hands to random spots to keep the short king occupied, sneakily slithering his tendrils to Lucifer and restraining him swiftly as the tips of the tendrils restraining him tickled into the crooks of his wings - the 'wings pits' if you will. No matter what they're called, they sent Lucifer into hysteria.

Lucifer's screaming, wheezing and frantic laughter could be heard basically throughout the whole of Hell from how loud it was. Alastor only had the slightest issues with that, so he closed some doors to prevent people from coming in, if they did try. “ALAHAHAHASTOR- WHEHEHEN IHI CAHAHATCH YOUHUHU ALAHAHASTOR!!- GAHAHAHA!!?”

That wasn't the worst of it, oh boy...

The main reason the phrase “Lucifer's screaming, wheezing and frantic laughter could be heard basically throughout the whole of Hell” was used because it was the truth. Not only was his laughter loud, but Alastor had been devilish enough to broadcast his laughter live! :)

“Go on, Lucifer,” *Alastor smiled menacingly, voice hushed, “Make the microphone pop like a candy apple...~” He teased, leaving him to face the torture and humiliation for a bit.

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hope this was good!! sorry if it was short, i was pondering over a draft from a year ago and I haven't written a fan fiction in a hot minute >.<

{This MIGHT have some more parts!!!}

[icyharrington]

would there be any way for you to write a scenario where //plus size reader// is tutoring eddie in algebra and he asks you what you want out of it, so you ask him to tutor you in giving blowjobs because you’ve never done it and he’s taken aback,,, nsfw, lots of praise, gentle eddie pls 🥺💛

haiii okay so! i have another plus size request in my inbox rn so i decided to just make this one for anybody! so yea im sorry about that also eddie's a SMIDDGEEEE rough in this (not super rough tho, like just a tiny bit of hair pulling and pushing ur head down to deepthroat) cuz i forgot that you asked for gentle eddie but he's still pretty soft in this. so yea this took me ridiculously long to write for no reason so i hope y'all like it lmfaooo

contains: blowjobs, deepthroating, inexperienced reader, praise kink, soft dom eddie, dirty talk, hair pulling

wc: 3.3k

“I’m sorry, I just don’t see the point in any of this,” Eddie says, after a several-minute-long period of silent staring at the math textbook that sits in between you. You’re sitting on the cluttered carpeting of his bedroom, with both of your backs propped up against the side of his bed. “Where the hell are all these letters coming from? It’s like they’re purposely trying to make this as confusing as possible.”

You shake your head, leaning over to take a closer look at the text. “The letters are just placeholders for other numbers. You have to solve the equation to find out what they are.” 

“What am I, Sherlock Holmes?!” he exclaims, throwing his hands up in an exaggerated show of defeat. Eddie’s a smart guy, but math is certainly not one of his strong suits, which is why you’re here in the first place to tutor him. You’re not exactly a math genius yourself, but you’ve been managing to pull B’s and A’s all semester in algebra, and with Eddie assigned to the seat right next to yours, it didn’t take very long for him to catch on. 

He’d started out copying your answers during tests, attempting to come off as inconspicuous despite him breathing down your neck to get a glimpse at your work. When you finally called him out for it, he’d been apologetic and somewhat embarrassed, which made you feel sorry for him; wanting to help, it was then that you offered to give him a few free tutoring sessions. 

Eddie brings his knees up and settles his elbows against them, the heels of his palms pressing into his forehead in exasperation. “Honestly, (y/n), thank you for offering to tutor me, but I think I’m a lost cause.” 

“You’re not a lost cause, Eddie. You just need to study more,” you say, reaching out to place a hand on his denim-clad shoulder. “I bet if we do a couple more sessions you’ll be able to land a C on next week’s test.” 

Eddie peeks at you from between his hands, the yellow overhead light reflecting brightly in the dark roundness of his eyes. “No way. You’re not giving me any more free tutoring sessions.” 

“I don’t mind helping you, Eddie,” you say, patting him where your hand still lays. And it’s true- while he might be difficult to teach, he’s still a good-natured, funny guy, and you’ve grown to enjoy his company. In fact, you’ve even began to detect the faintest hint of a crush in the pit of your stomach, having been charmed by his smile and laugh and general mischievous demeanor. With Eddie being Eddie, though, it’s almost impossible to tell if he feels the same way, since he’s always putting on a show, never allowing his true emotions to show through his theatrical exterior. “I like hanging out with you.”

“Really? I kind of just assumed you found me annoying,” he grins, dropping his large hands to settle them atop his slender thighs. “But still- I’m not going to milk your generosity any more than I already have. I might be poor, but I’m not a fuckin’ bum.” 

“Well, maybe you can just do me a favor or something?” You scratch your chin pensively, racking your brain for something you could ask Eddie to do for you. What could a guy like Eddie Munson do for you, anyway? 

“What kind of a favor?” Eddie questions, apparently just as perplexed as you are, his head cocking to one side. “Man, I wish there was something I could tutor you in, but, uh, I’m kind of failing most of my classes.” 

You chew on your bottom lip for a moment, his statement jumping out to you for a reason you’re unsure of. You glance at Eddie’s sheepish face as he tucks a strand of dark hair behind one ear, drumming the fingers of his opposite hand against his thigh; you can’t help but find him ridiculously handsome when he’s like this, all shy and indecisive, and you ignore the sudden urge to lean in and kiss him. 

You try to imagine how Eddie would react if you were to make a pass at him; you’re fairly inexperienced, so you haven’t gotten much practice in the department of flirting, which makes you worry you might say something idiotic if you try. 

Licking your lips, you shrug noncommittally, praying that your face doesn’t reveal your current topic of thought. “Maybe you could tutor me in something, like, not school-related.”

“Such as?” Eddie surveys you with his big eyes, blinking rapidly to communicate his impatience with you. “Listen, (y/n). I’m really not good enough at anything to be a tutor.”

Shifting, you toy with an idea that’s begun to form in the back of your mind, inflicting a sudden sense of urgency in your gut. It’s risky, but so tempting, with him this close to you. 

“There’s still things that you know more about than I do,” you start, fidgeting with the hem of your sweater as a means of avoiding his eyes. You’re easing your way in now, testing the waters, and holy fuck, are you scared. “Y’know, like music, dungeons and dragons… and other stuff.”

“What other stuff?” Eddie says skeptically, crossing his tattooed arms across the front of his beloved Hellfire tee. “Those are the only two things I even do. I’m a simple guy.” 

“Well…” you mutter, hugging your legs closely to your chest in an act of self-soothing. You’re running purely on adrenaline now, numb to the doubtful thoughts that nag at you incessantly. “Do you remember yesterday, when we were talking about that rumor that went around about you?”

He furrows his brows, obviously caught off guard by your seemingly random change in subject. “The one about Cheryl giving me a blowjob in the prop closet? I already told you, (y/n), that wasn’t a rumor.” 

Cheryl is Eddie’s acquaintance from his times working backstage for the school plays, and the thought of her flirting with Eddie with her high-pitched voice and bleach-blond hair makes you want to throw up. You hadn’t known she was the type to give blowjobs, and at school, no less; the information had been enough to make your head spin- was everybody at Hawkins getting more action than you?

“I know,” you say slowly, stretching your legs out to recline in front of you. “That’s the ‘other stuff’ I’m talking about. You actually have a sex life, I don’t.” 

Eddie chuckles, looping his fingers into one of the frayed tears on the front of his jeans. “I’m not, like, a sex god or anything like that. I’ve just fooled around a few times, that’s all.” 

“Yeah, but at least you have an idea of what you’re doing.” There’s a gnawing anxiety creeping up within you, and you want to smack Eddie over the head just for being so damn clueless. Peering at him from underneath a veil of dark-painted lashes, you can see the confusion in his face, but to your relief, he doesn’t seem upset by your persistence- maybe this won’t end so horribly, after all. “Sometimes I just get nervous, y’know? ‘Cause what if I meet someone I want to fool around with, but I make a complete idiot out of myself because I don’t know anything?” 

Eddie lifts his gaze to meet with yours, a half-smile making its way across his full lips. Fuck- is he starting to pick up what you’re putting down? You feel your heart skip a beat, palms prickling with sweat as he opens his mouth to speak. “What exactly are you asking me for right now, (y/n)? ‘Cause if I didn’t know any better…”

His words trail off, pink tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip as he observes you quizzically; he’s unsure of himself, with a visible heat flooding the pale expanse of his cheeks. After a prolonged beat, you say, “maybe you could show me how to do it right? So it feels good?”

For the first time since you’ve met, Eddie Munson is speechless. His skin darkens to an even more conspicuous shade of burgundy, his arm lifting to scratch at the back of his neck, and you begin to wonder if you made a mistake. 

“Do…what right?” he asks you, though the tone of his voice tells you that he’s already well aware of what you mean. “You want me to tutor you in-“

“-blowjobs. Yeah.” You cut him off without really meaning to, but it’s not like your mind is focused on trivial things like manners at a time like this. “I mean- only if you want to, obviously.”

He stares at you blank-faced before breaking out into a wild grin, amused giggles bubbling up from the back of his throat. “You want me to repay you- by letting you give me head? Kinda sounds like more of a benefit for me than you, hon.” 

“Just ‘cause it benefits you doesn’t mean it won’t benefit me, too.” You subtly inch your way closer to Eddie until your hips are side-by-side, encouraged to continue when he doesn’t back away. “I wanna know what it’s like.”

“You sure you’re in your right mind right now?” Eddie says wryly, sizing you up, adorning you with goosebumps at the invisible sensation of his dark eyes dragging up and down your body. “You didn’t get into my stash or something while I was in the bathroom?” 

“I’m very much sober, Eddie,” you assure him, hesitating as you prepare to go even further, your palm finally dropping to rest on his thigh. He stirs ever-so-slightly at your touch, although he manages to keep his excitement contained for the most part. “I really do want you to teach me.”

“I don’t know how helpful I’ll actually be, but…” he gestures down at his crotch, where his erection is starting to press through the front of his pants obscenely. The view is satisfying, knowing that you’re the one responsible for it- if you’d have known it would be this easy to get Eddie Munson in the mood, you probably would’ve tried your luck with him a long time ago. “I’d definitely be willing to give it a try.”

“Really?” you say hopefully, letting your fingers trail in the direction of his hard-on until you’re toying with the front button of his jeans. “You’re sure?”

His eyes shoot down to where your hand is, your thumb and forefinger playing idly with the metal zipper. He nods rapidly, allowing you to proceed in unfastening his pants, your hands shaking as you do. “Are you sure about this? I mean, damn, you really wanna get blowjob lessons from the freak of Hawkins high?” 

You don’t respond, rolling your eyes dismissively at his frantic line of questioning; nudging his bent legs so that he stretches them before him, you start pulling his pants and boxers down to pool around his hips. Eddie lifts himself up to assist you in the task, and in a matter of seconds his thick cock is on full display for you, flushed and thick and leaking. 

“Holy shit…” you murmur, in a daze; it’s the first dick you’ve ever seen this close-up, and it’s so more intimidating than you could’ve ever imagined. You wonder if all dicks are this massive, or if Eddie is just particularly well-endowed, as you extend your arm to feel along his length experimentally. 

“Was that a good holy shit, or a bad holy shit?” Eddie asks bashfully, nodding his head forward so that his long hair can obscure part of his face. 

“Eddie, your dick is huge,” is all you say to shut him up, and he’s unable to resist the cocky smirk that teases at the corners of his lips. 

He dips back against his bed so that his head is nearly flush with the mattress, pushing his hips out to elongate his body. He groans and stretches, his t-shirt hiking up around his midsection to reveal his soft belly, your gaze lingering there for far longer than it probably should. “Ah, c’mon. I’m not that big.”

The smugness is palpable within his protests, and you narrow your eyes as you position yourself on all fours next to him. “Just tell me what I should do first.”

“Well…” he looks at your face for awhile, before switching his attention to your cleavage, which is completely visible now that your baggy sweater is hanging off your body. Pretending not to notice, he says, “Usually you’d, um. Want to get it wet. Maybe stroke it a little with your hand before you put it in your mouth.” 

“Like this?” You shift your weight onto your knees so you can sit upright, holding your hand out in front of your mouth and spitting into it crudely. Eddie inhales sharply, closely examining your every motion as you draw your arm away from yourself, a string of spit connecting your palm and bitten lips. 

His cock is warm and silky to the touch as you wrap your fingers around it, and you take note of the way he hisses when you begin to move your hand up and down his generous length. “Y-yeah. Like that. That’s- fuck- good.” 

You quicken your pace, a triumphant feeling washing over you as his head lolls back towards the ceiling, his stomach clenching and releasing in direct response to your manipulations. “And then what?” 

Sinking down until your elbows are on the carpet and your back is arched up high, you bring your face closer to his cock, blinking up innocently in wait of his next set of instructions. 

Eddie clears his throat, obviously making an effort to come off as unfazed, although neither of you are strangers to the truth. “You can, uh, put it in your mouth now.” 

You’re perhaps a bit too hasty in your movements, because by the time Eddie’s cock is halfway in your mouth, he eases you back by your hair, stinging your scalp. 

Rather than pissing you off, however, the sensation travels straight from your head to your cunt, and you let out a strangled moan. 

“Shit- sorry,” Eddie says, his big hand stroking your skull where he’d tugged on it. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” 

You take him out of your mouth but remain close by, your spit-slick lips hovering mere centimeters away from the tip of his cock. “You didn’t. I, um, actually liked it.” 

He raises his eyebrows, seeming equal parts surprised and pleased by your declaration. “Oh yeah? Guess I’m helping you learn a little more than just giving head, huh?”

Flicking out your tongue, you administer tiny licks to his slit, lapping up all of the pre-cum that’s gathered there; Eddie really seems to like this, because he fists your hair in one hand, a string of profanities spilling out past his lips. “F-fuck. Yeah, atta girl. Gotta take it slow at the beginning.” 

Greedy for more of him, your tongue begins sweeping up the side of his dick, tracing lazily alongside the veins that travel throughout. When you’re certain you’ve covered every square inch of him with your hot tongue, you return once again to latch your mouth over the tip. 

“Damn. No fuckin’ way you haven’t done this before,” he manages to say through grit teeth, fisting a clump of your hair to give him better control over your actions. “Yeah, that’s a good girl. Nice and easy.” 

It’s undeniable what his praise and guidance does to you- your thighs are clamped together in a desperate attempt to create friction between them, hips rocking back and forth as you try in vain to rid yourself of the hungry feeling that’s taken you over. You bob your head down to usher a couple more inches of him into your gaping mouth, flattening your tongue against the side so as to fully embrace his salty taste. 

“Ahh, shit. Fuck yeah, (y/n). That’s so fuckin’ good,” he urges, applying some pressure to the back of your head so you can swallow another several inches of his length. “Little less teeth. ’S’it. Yeah, see how deep you can take it.”  

He gathers up your hair to keep it from getting in the way as you start to take him into your throat, your nose almost up against his pelvis as you choke and sputter around him. It’s difficult to breathe with your mouth this filled, but Eddie’s raspy words of encouragement serve in keeping you motivated.

“Keep going, sweetheart. Doing such a good fucking job for me,” he groans, his grasp on your hair loosening to that you can do as you please. With tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, you work to take in the entirety of his cock, gagging noisily when you feel it brush the back of your throat. “Your mouth is like fuckin’ heaven, babe.”  

Your lips curve upwards at the compliment, but you’re incapable of thanking him, your mouth overflowing with nothing but him; as an alternative, you focus on bringing Eddie to his orgasm, painfully curious to discover how he’ll look and feel during his moments of release. 

“Put your hand underneath. Yeah, right there,” he sighs approvingly as your fingers cup and massage his balls, bouncing them lightly in your palm as you continue to suck him. You’re on autopilot at this point, your rhythm impeccable and unrelenting; the noises of your wet mouth working at him are vulgar, your head plunging down on him again and again like you’ve been starved for a year. “Good fuckin’ girl. Yeah, you like choking on my big dick?”

You whimper at this, the vibrations from your throat transferring straight to his cock. Eddie’s grip on your hair tightens as he bucks his hips up underneath you, causing you to drool uncontrollably all over his thick length. 

“Mhm. Take it nice and deep for me,” he mutters lowly, his head tilting upwards so that you're only able to see his parted lips and sculpted jaw. “Gonna cum in your mouth now. Think you can handle that, babe?” 

You nod weakly, speeding up until his breathing becomes choppy and irregular. Your jaw is aching with exhaust, but you don’t dare stop- you’re too close to the finish line to start showing any slack now. 

“Fuck, (y/n)-“ he gasps, and then his cock twitches, a spray of hot liquid coating the inside of your mouth as his veined hand keeps you securely in place. You find yourself struggling against his tight grip as the bittersweet taste of his cum paints your tongue, but you steady yourself enough to swallow it all. 

Eddie takes in a shaky breath as he combs his fingers through your hair affectionately, giving you the opportunity to sit up and recover. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, (y/n). Now I really feel like I owe you something.” 

He shimmies his clothes back up so that he’s covered again, his tongue sticking out thoughtfully from the corner of his mouth. His face is flushed and rosy, forehead kissed with the soft glow of sweat, and for the second time today, all you want is to kiss him. 

“So… I did okay?” You wipe your slick face with the back of your sleeve, running the fingers of your opposite hand through your unkempt mess of hair. Sure, it’s pretty clear that he’d enjoyed himself, but there’s still a part of you that craves his verbal confirmation. 

“Are you kidding? That was some A-plus head in my book. You didn’t even really need me to help you,” Eddie smiles, casually looping his arm around your shoulders, the basic act of which fills your abdomen with butterflies. “But y’know what? I realized that I kinda like being a teacher.” 

You poise an eyebrow, a suggestive glint in your big doe eyes. You've got him. “Yeah? Why don't you show me what else you can teach me?”

[kitashousewife]

thought of this lmao

no warnings, just pouty tsum

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atsumu is…old when he finds out there’s no santa. osamu knew, of course, but he didn’t want to spoil it for him.

“come on, tsum! how old were you?”

“shut up,” he groans, turning to face the other way while you interrogate him, straddled on his lap. “who told ya bout this anyway?”

you smirk, grabbing his chin lightly to force his attention back on him. he’s pouting, and you coo.

“your ma.”

atsumu gasps. if you didn’t know him and his love for dramatics, you would’ve thought someone seriously hurt him.

“my ma?!” he shrieks, and you can’t help but giggle. that earns a scoff. “figures. peas in a pod, the two of ya are.”

you roll your eyes. “we were looking at old christmas cards earlier when i was over. it just sort of…came up.”

atsumu whines, throwing his head back over the couch cushions. “came up? whatever. can we talk about something else?”

“please tsum! just tell me how old you were, it can’t be that bad.”

his pout continues, but he places his hands on your hips. he sighs, finally defeated. his cheeks are a bright pink, and he won’t meet your eyes

“i was 16.”

you gasp, then snort. “sixteen? as in one-six?”

“yes, now can we drop it?” he grumbles, squeezing your hips a little.

“we can, after you tell me how you found out so late.”

he huffs, a very exhausted breath tickling the hair that falls over his forehead.

“nobody ever told me. if they did, i never believed ‘em. osamu would tell ‘em to leave me alone. ma always did such a good job convincin’ me, too.”

you smile. knowing his ma like you do, you d wouldn’t doubt it.

“how did you finally find out?”

“one christmas eve, i couldn’t fall asleep. i was so excited, i really wanted a new pair of shoes, they were awesome. all black and-“ he cuts himself off, a little embarrassed at his rambling. “i went out to get some water, and saw ma puttin’ the presents under the tree. i was shocked, she felt bad, so i felt bad. then she told me everythin’.”

you feel a little bad, you remember how bummed you were when you found out, too.

“i’m sorry baby,” you coo, stroking his cheek. he leans into your touch. “thank you for telling me. i think it’s really sweet.”

he pulls you close to him, and you rest your face on his chest. he scratched up and down your back, smiling to himself. atsumu is embarrassed that you had to find out, but he feels warm that you are so close to his ma.

“you’re gonna be such a good papa one day,” you whisper, and he hums.

“you mean that?” you playfully slap his arm and he chuckles.

“of course, tsum.”

he scratches your back a couple more times.

“y’know, i’m still a little hurt you were gossipin’ with ma. i think i deserve some compensation,”

you laugh, pushing off of his chest to look at his smirk. “oh really?”

he nods. you give him a quick kiss on the lips, sitting up with a pat to his chest. he pouts again.

“how about i make you some cookies? would that help?”

atsumu gives you a sad look. you raise an eyebrow.

“we could try. some dough wouldn’t hurt either.”

[gracegrove]

Billy walks into the little corner coffee shop off the square. He's meeting a date, and he's a bit early. So he heads to the counter to order something so he won't feel or look so out of place while he waits.

"Hey. Uh, can I get a medium Short and one of those scones?"

The barista behind the counter was fiddling with the many knobs of the coffee maker. "Yeah, just a sec!" He threw his hands up dramatically before wiping them on his apron. Turning to face the new customer, the barista ran a hand through his thick mop of hair, carefully readjusting it atop his head as if it were a crown.

"What can I get you?" the barista asked.

"A medium Short." Billy repeated, "and a scone."

The barista blinked at him, and then turned and looked up at the menu board. "Med- shor-...?" He scratched his head pulling out one sized cup, and then another, smaller sized cup with the other hand. "How is it both?" he asked himself, looking at the board again.

"A medium..." he began. "Yes", Billy picked up. "A medium Short," they finished in unison.

"Huh." the barista mused. "I'll get you that scone, but you'll have to give me a minute or two to figure this out."

"Take your time, I got plenty of it," Billy huffed lightly, putting a $5 on the counter and taking the freshly plated scone. Setting the plate down at a table near the corner, Billy looked over the small bookcase. Mostly paperbacks that were heavily thumbed through, their pages having yellowed from many a day in the sun. He slid one out and sat down.

"Ah! Son of a -!" Billy looked up from the line he was reading, "You alright?" The barista was shaking his hand out, letting the steam off the latch from the machine too soon. "Yeah, I'm ok!" He hollered back.

Clattering around behind the counter, and breaking a plate, the barista gingerly pushed a finished coffee onto the counter in trepidation. "Sir, your coffee's ready. Your uh..."

"Medium short." they both finished.

"And it's Billy. Don't call me sir." he placed a hand around the saucer, heading back to his table.

"Steve!"

Billy turned around, "What?"

The barista rubbed his neck. His cheeks dusting a rosy pink. "My name's Steve. ... Y'know. Since you told me your name."

Billy gave him a small smile, "Nice to meet you, Steve," before returning to his table.

Sitting down, Billy turned the ceramic cup and absent-mindedly lifted it to his lips. His eyes watching the door. His date was late, it was already 10:38. Taking a sip he paused full stop, the sweet taste of steamed milk hitting his tongue.

Leaning on the counter, Billy gently cleared his throat. "Aham. Excuse me."

Steve was delicately attempting to balance the pastries in the display case. "Yeah?" Shooting up, he hit his head on the curved glass, toppling his carefully arranged viennoiserie. "Dammit." he sighed.

Billy looked at him guiltily. "Uh, this isn't a Short." he stated as gently as possible, placing the cup on the counter. "I think you gave me a cappuccino."

Steve looked at the small cup with defeat in his eyes. "I'm sorry." He looked at Billy so apologetically. "I've only been here two weeks, but wrapping my head around all these types of coffee is gonna drive me nuts!"

Billy laughed, hooking one foot over the ankle of the other and leaning over the countertop on his elbows. "It's not too hard. If you let me back there I can show you."

Steve looked around at the empty shop, "but aren't you waiting for somebody?"

Billy cocked his head toward the door, "I don't think they're comin."

"Well that's shitty. I'm sorry man." Steve seemed genuine in his concern.

"So you gonna let me teach you how to not make shit coffee or what?" Billy pressed, flashing a bright smile at the brunette.

Steve unlatched the faux counter and stepped aside. "I mean, I thought shit coffee was what this place was known for... have you seen the line?"

Billy barked an obnoxious laugh as he grabbed a fresh cup.

He wasn't all that bummed that his date flaked, in fact he might even go so far to be grateful. He now had a favorite coffee shop.

@every-dayiwakeup

[katnisspeetaprim]

Cheesy Pick Up Lines

Bang Chan/Reader

Summary: You decide to test out your cheesy pick up lines on him, after inspiration from Stay in his live streams.

Warnings: Cheese, like one swear word, female reader implied.

Word count: 676 M.list

‘Chan come here!’ You exclaimed as soon as he entered the home. He rushed to the kitchen thinking you may have hurt yourself, only to be met with your grinning face as you practically bounced up and down on the spot.

‘What is it?’ He smiled nervously at you as you pulled a chair out from the kitchen table and gestured for him to sit.

‘I want to show you something!’ He followed your request and sat down in front of you.

‘Am I getting a lap dance?’ He smirked up at you in delight.

‘Hah! You wish!’ Instead, you pulled a piece of paper from your back pocket and unfolded it. Chan looked at the paper in confusion, what was this about?

You dramatically clear your throat before you began reading, already giggling to yourself.

‘Are you a parking ticket? Because you have FINE written all over you.’

‘What?’ He stuttered out with a laugh, eyes lighting up.

‘Are you a phaser from star Trek? Because you are set to stun!’

‘Oh no why!?’ Chan hid his face in his hands as he caught on to what you were doing, internally cringing at your words.

‘You usually love them when Stay does it!’ You laugh back at him.

‘Here’ You grab his hand and place it on your shirt, making him fake groan as he knew what was coming.

‘What’s that feel like?’

‘What?’ He laughed, playing along.

‘Girlfriend material.’ Chan threw his head back in silent laughter.

‘Ok-‘

‘No! No more!’ He cut you off, laughing as he snapped his head towards you.

‘Last one I swear!’ You managed to let out through your giggles.

‘Oh my god fine.’ He leaned back in defeat, eyes staring up at you.

‘Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes.’ Chan was silent as you said your last line, shaking his head in disbelief.

‘Wow I’m lost for words.’

‘So...’ You trailed off, hands grasped behind your back with a sly smile.

‘Have I wooed you?’ He started at you for a second when suddenly, he was up and tackling you in his arms, spinning you so your back was to him.

‘Ah Chan!’ You screamed as he started tickling your sides without mercy.

‘You like making me cringe huh?’

‘Ok I’m sorry!’ You squirmed in his hold, turning round to face him.

‘I hate you sometimes you know.’ Chan chuckled lightly, letting his hands come to rest on your hips.

‘Listen, if it’s ok for Stay to flirt shamelessly with you, then I should get a free pass.’ You placed your hands on his biceps.

'Oh yeah? You have a free pass to me?’ He smirked as he teased you, leaning down and placing his forehead on yours.

‘Oh shut up, you know what I mean!’ You lightly tap his arm.

‘I mean you kinda do though.’ He flirted, bringing his hands down to cup your bum.

‘Well if I had to guess, I’d say my pick up lines worked.’ You spoke smugly to him. You looked into each others eyes before bursting out laughing, stepping away from each other.

‘That’s one of the reasons I love you you know.’ He smiled fondly at you, as you moved to pour the two of you a drink.

‘What? My cheesy pick up lines?’ You glanced over your shoulder with a questioning look.

‘No you dork.’ He laughed out, shaking his head as he looked up at you.

‘Your funny and you never fail to cheer me up after a shitty day.’ A soft smile graced your features as you sat at the table, placing a glass in front of him.

‘I’m glad I can do that for you.’ Your hand came to rest on his thigh.

‘I love you too by the way.’

‘I know.’ Your face scrunched up in disgust.

‘Ew who do you think you are? Han Solo?’

‘Wow way to ruin the moment!’ He exclaimed with another burst of laughter, further proving his own point. He really did love you.

[pinkroseblooms]

SPOILERS FOR JJK CHAPTER 259 AND A LONG ASS RANT I JUST HAD TO GET OUT

Look, it's not just that I'm sad Choso is likely getting killed off. He's my personal favorite, and honestly, him sacrificing himself for his last living brother, atoning for the death and harm he caused beforehand, yeah normally it would actually feel right for him to go out this way.

EXCEPT WHAT WAS THE POINT?! Yuki sacrificed herself so he could keep fighting. She had this big, emotional thing where she encouraged Choso to not just throw his life away, to live on and embrace his humanity. It sucked this awesome character who barely got any focus went out so quickly but okay, fuckon fine, but at least she was able to impart something meaningful to-

Oh wait Choso's dead? Just like that? Welp fuck it.

I'm sorry I know, I KNOW, since the very beginning we get told this is a dangerous world, we learn early on that death, cruel, unceremonious death, is a very real thing that just comes with the deal of being a sorcerer. But the narrative clearly wants us to care about these characters. It's not just a nihilistic slog. We're supposed to get attached and find meaning in these characters and the hardships they have to deal with. And I wouldn't be so pissed if Gege didn't keep doing this thing where he keeps killing off characters and ending arcs seemingly because he just doesn't really know what else to do with them in the story. It's not good story telling. I'm sad Choso most likely is dead but I'm more annoyed because I don't feel more sad. It feels so anticlimactic and borderline lazy.

If you set up a characters arc and it ends with them dying and we as the readers are meant to give a shit, there needs to be follow through. Commit to the themes and the tone being established. It's just such a waste and honestly I'm starting to care less and less about how this is going to end. I'm guessing it'll end with Sukuna somehow being defeated but I doubt by the end of it I'll put down my phone and think "man what a satisfying conclusion. I'm glad I read this." I'm probably mostly going to think "wow this could have been way better, but ok,I guess I'm glad I finished it." And that makes me bummed out.

[hswriting]

The Moment I Knew - Part 2

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Masterlist Series Part 1 Part 3

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Millie is going over to Harry’s house to burn her ex’s stuff he left behind.

I went to bed feeling drained last night, and while I’m still upset, I feel a bit better knowing I have Harry in my corner.

We never talked much before but we aren’t strangers. I would stay at Kellen’s a lot before, but it had since fizzled down to only once a week or so. When Kellen would have friends over at his place, Harry was always one of the first ones to arrive. He always brought food or a gift. He isn’t one of the loud, rambunctious ones of the group. He would sometimes even come to hang out with Kellen alone, but wasn’t feeling up to games or anything too high energy. I remember him being upset one time and Kellen was comforting him. Harry said he didn’t want to be alone, but he didn’t feel like doing anything. So he came over to hang out and write in his leather bound journal while Kellen and him talked. I didn’t listen in after that. I figured it was private. I went to his bedroom and played on his computer.

He definitely isn’t a stranger but I wish I knew more about him since he wants to help me through this. He said he’s been through this hurt before. Someone has taken his heart and shattered it like glass. Someone has betrayed him in the worst way. If he felt anything like I do, he has felt worthless and defeated. Not ever knowing how he will recover from it. Hopeless. And for that I am so sorry.

This is the worst kind of hurt.

I pull into the driveway of the address Harry sent me and the house is huge. It’s a beautiful two story, white brick house.

I grab the gift bag I brought him, as well as the duffle of Kellen’s stuff and the bag of snacks.

I ring the doorbell and hear footsteps. The door unlocks and opens to see Harry in some black sweat pants and a football T-shirt. His hair is not neatly done like normal, but is instead a mess of curls lying on his head.

“Millie, come in, it’s freezing out there.” He said stepping aside. I walk in and take off my heavy coat to reveal my comfort clothes. I didn’t have the energy to actually get dressed today. Just grey leggings and a plain black crop top.

“I’m sorry I look like a bum. I wasn’t really feeling it today.”

“You don’t look like a bum. You look good Millie.” He says, looking at my clothes. I remove my boots and set everything down in the living room where he has a movie on the tv and a small gift on the table.

“I brought you something too.” I tell him and hand him the bag. We unpack everything before we unwrap our small housewarming gifts. He pours out the wine I brought as I unwrap the small box on the table. It’s a small bottle of pink perfume. I spritz it and it smells wonderful. “Thank you Harry. You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I like getting my friends gifts. And besides, you brought me one too.”

“It’s nothing. You’re helping through a really hard time. You deserve it.” I say as he unwraps his. He pulls out a new leather journal with a small H stamped on it, and a package of nice ink pens.

“I love this Millie. You have no idea.”

“I remember you used to come over and journal and write while talking to Kellen. I figured you could use a new one, if the other one is getting full. I wasn’t sure.”

“It’s wonderful Millie. I really appreciate it.” He says with a smile painted across his face. He can’t stop running his hands over the cover. He eventually does put it down to take a sip of the wine. He sits down and looks at the pile of pictures and clothes by the fireplace. I take a long sip of wine. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks. I nod.

“He betrayed me in the worst way. I hate him for it. Let it burn.” I say, raising my glass.

“Let it burn.” He says. I slowly pad over and pick up our first picture together. With a single tear running down my face, I toss it in the flames. It crackles and pops before dissolving to ash.

“Do you want to do one?” I ask him. He shakes his head.

“This is for you.” He says. I finish off my glass of wine and throw another picture in. Another tear rolls.

Over the next few minutes, the pictures are burned. Harry does help me cut up the clothes so they burn easier. I cry a lot, but Harry doesn’t mention it. I sit in front of the fire and watch it burn.

“What about that?” Harry says pointing. I look down at my locket and place my hand around it. “Did you want to keep it?” I open it in my hand and see our pictures. “You don’t have to throw it in if you don’t want to. I just remember the night before he gave it to you. I remember how much he said you would like it.”

“It is my favorite thing. Well, was.” I say. “But he was too. So fuck him.” I say snapping the chain off. I threw it in the fire with my eyes closed. I sit there hugging my knees. I don’t know how long I’m there but I hear Harry sit down beside me. He doesn’t touch me. He doesn’t speak for a minute, but it’s nice to know he’s there.

“I had to burn my favorite journal. My ex, she hated that I had a journal that I didn’t want anyone to read. Not even her. She made me either read it or stick it in the fire. But it was so deeply personal. It had a lot of stuff in there. That’s my therapy. But I burned it. Not because it was even about her, but because I was going to share those things when I was ready. I wasn’t going to be forced. Turns out she was paranoid that I was writing about her cheating. She thought that’s what it was. Some sort of evidence collection.” He said sorrowfully.

“I’m really sorry. That’s so awful and mean. I couldn’t imagine.” I tell him.

“It’s okay. I know what was in there. I’m working on writing it out again, while still journaling about other things.”

“That doesn’t make it right.”

“I know. I’m not making excuses for her. But I really appreciate the journal you got me. It’s really good quality and has lots of pages. It was such an amazing and thoughtful gift. I didn’t even know you remembered me coming over.”

“I don’t know what you guys talked about. I tried to give you privacy by playing games in another room.” I tell him and he gives me a small smile.

“It was a really hard time of my life, and I’m glad I had Kellen to lean on. It sucks losing your best friend, but I’ll be okay. It’s not worth being friends with someone who thinks that’s okay.”

“You really didn’t have to do that for me Harry.”

“I know, but it was such a shitty thing to do. Having been in your position before I knew you probably needed someone after what feels like your whole world falling apart. I know you have Jason’s girlfriend Rachel, but we both know how she is. No offense.”

“None taken. She is great. She can be hard to talk to about stuff like this though. You should have seen us at prom. My girlfriend dumped me the night before and I was such a mess. Rachel was worried about how I was making her look instead of my feelings. She only cares at some surface level. Never deeply.”

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend. Didn’t we go to the same school?”

“She wasn’t out yet, and I was only out as bi to Rachel. We were going to come out by dancing together at prom. But she called me the night before and said she had to break it off with me. Her parents found out. She had to take care of that, and I understand. She had a shitty home life. It is what it is. 18 seems so distant to me now.”

“That sucks. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay. She’s happy now. We ran into each other at the store the other day. She’s married to a really wonderful woman. Her parents finally came around.”

“Well, that’s good. Not everyone has that kind of luck.” He says. He takes a look at his watch. I see it’s close to 9.

“I’m sorry if I’ve stayed over too long. It’s just nice to have a friend.”

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t have to work until late tomorrow.”

“Are you sure?” I ask. He nods.

“It’s no problem. But you have had a couple of glasses of wine. I know you’re not drunk, but I don’t know how safe you feel to drive.”

“It’s probably best that I don’t. I can walk back. I don’t live super far.

“Millie you’ll freeze to death out there. Let me take you. I’ve only had one glass. I can pick you up tomorrow to come and get your car before I go to work.” He says and I take a minute to think. I nod my head. I put my things in my purse and tell Harry he can keep the wine. I have more at home. I put my coat and boots back on. He walks me to the car and opens my door for me. “Do you have anything specific you want to listen to?”

“Whatever you want to listen to is okay with me.” I say and he types something in his phone.

“This band is my favorite of all time.”

“Good to know.” I tell him with a small smile and he gives me a chuckle in return. It’s a short ride, but he opens my door for me again and helps me to the door. “I really appreciate what you’ve done for me Harry. You’re a good friend. I hope we can hang out again.”

“Me too. Thank you again for the journal Millie.”

“It’s no problem. Text me when you make it back home?”

“Of course. Have a good night.” He says. He waits for me to get inside and shut the door and then gets back in his car. He drives away. I take off my coat and boots and climb straight into bed. I put on a movie and get comfortable. I see Harry text me while choosing a movie that he made it home. And with that, I fall asleep.

- - -

I wake up to a knock on my door. I get up out of bed and quickly try to make my hair look decent. I’m still in the same clothes as yesterday. I run to the door and open it to see Harry in a big, black, winter coat. He is holding two coffees in his hand. I invite him in.

“I didn’t know how you took your coffee, so I guessed on the sugar and cream. You’ll have to let me know how I did.” He said. “Also, good morning.”

“Good morning.” I say, still rubbing sleep from my eyes.

“How are you feeling?” He asks.

“So tired.” I tell him before I take a sip of the coffee. “Also, this is perfect.” I compliment.

“Good. I didn’t know if you were awake yet so I can come back if you want to get your car after you eat or what you want to do.”

“Have you eaten? I don’t really feel like cooking but we could go somewhere if you want?” I suggest.

“Sounds good to me.” He says. I go back to my room to get dressed, taking the precious coffee with me.

When I come out in just some jeans and a sweater I see Harry look me up and down.

“Doesn’t look okay? I just threw it together.”

“You look good Millie.” He says.

“Are you sure? This is an old sweater.”

“I’m sure.” He says with a smile. I tie my hair up with a scrunchie and put on my ear muffs and coat. Harry opens the door and helps me outside. He makes sure I don’t slip on the ice as we make our way to his car. He opens the door again for me. He climbs in and we are off.

“What time do you have to be at work?” I ask him.

“Noon.”

“Where do you work again?”

“I work for the animal shelter in town, but on weekends when I’m off work I’m do shows at some of the local bars and stuff.”

“Shows?”

“I write music.” He says.

“That’s so cool! I didn’t know you did that.”

“I wish I could do that full time but the money isn’t there.”

“Maybe one day it will be though.” I tell him.

“Yeah. I hope. I love writing music and getting to perform. I have a YouTube channel too. Just trying to get myself out there.”

“You got plans to travel around the world one day with your music?”

“That would be the dream.” He says as we pull into the breakfast place he chose. I beat him to opening my door and we laugh. He grabs our table for us and the waitress brings some menus. He orders some banana pancakes and I get strawberry cream filled crepes.

“Got a bit of a sweet tooth?” He asks with a smile.

“Maybe.” I joke with him.

“Now that you’re more awake, how are you?”

“I’m doing okay. I still am hurting about it, but I’m okay considering.”

“Has he tried to message you at all?”

“I blocked him that night. So I wouldn’t know.”

“Oh. Good. Probably for the best.”

“Has he been bothering you and the rest of the group?” I ask and he hesitates. “What?”

“He called me after I got home from dropping you off last night.” He finally says.

“What did he want?”

“He wanted me to get ahold of you. He wants to talk to you. Apologize. Try and fix things. He said he wasn’t the nicest person on the phone with you.” He told me and the ache in my chest that has shrunk a bit has grown back and is even bigger now.

“Yeah. He called me crazy. He blamed me for everything. I’m sorry he called you.”

“I’m sorry he said those things to you. I told him that if you wanted to speak to him to hear him out, you would, but it isn’t my job to force you to talk to him.”

“I don’t want him to apologize because even if he does, there is no fixing what he’s done. He made me feel horrible. I still feel horrible in that way. Like I wasn’t good enough for him, so I’m probably not good enough for anyone. I did my best and it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough.” I told Harry and he looked sad. “I’m sorry if I’m ruining your morning.”

“You could never ruin my morning. And he’s a dick for making you feel that way.” He says as he rests his hand on my hand in the table. “You are enough. You are good enough. What happened wasn’t your fault.”

“Thanks Harry.” I tell him. I glance over to our hands touching in the table. He takes it away when he notices me looking.

“I’m sorry if that was weird. I didn’t mean it to come off like that. I’m not that kind of person who-“

“It’s okay. I didn’t think it was weird. You’re just being supportive.” I tell him. It was a surprise, but it wasn’t weird. It’s was actually kind of nice. After feeling like crap the past few days any kind of touch is nice. A hug would be even better. A hug so tight that it would push the broken pieces of me back into place.

“Still, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to take advantage of your situation.”

“I didn’t think that. It was actually really nice.” I tell him and he doesn’t say anything in return. He just looks at me. He reaches down into his bag and pulls out another gift. “Harry.”

“I’m not trying to spoil you.” He says. “I like to give gifts. But I know it can make some people uncomfortable. If it does please tell me, but I thought you could use one of these too.” He says. He passes me a box. I open it to find a journal with my name printed on the front. I open it up and see a note inside.

Millie,

I hope you are able to confide in this book the deepest parts of yourself that you can’t tell anyone else. Everyone deserves that outlet. But most of all I hope that when you spill those deepest parts of yourself, you have someone, someday that you can trust enough to tell, and they love you anyways.

From H.

I feel myself tear up at the sweet words on the page. It reminds me that this hurt is temporary. I will be loved again. I will love again. This one little note helps the ache that I’ve carried for days lighten so much, that’s it’s hardly even noticeable in this moment.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes. Thank you Harry. But we are gonna have to slow down on the gifts. My wallet can’t keep up.”

“I don’t expect anything in return.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Okay. I’ll slow down, but do you like the journal?”

“I love it.” I tell him.

“Do you want to stay here and write? Or are you ready to go get your car and go home?”

“I think I’ll get my car. I really do appreciate this Harry.”

“It’s no problem.” He says. He pays the bill and I tell him that wasn’t necessary. He says it’s fine and walks me back to the car. He makes sure to beat me to my door so he can open it.

We take our time to get back to his house, just listening to music on the way there and talking about little things. Little details that help us know each other better. He doesn’t like mustard or skateboarding. He wants to get more tattoos. Music is his whole life.

I feel a bit sad when we do arrive at my car and I have to go, but he says we can hangout whenever, just to text and see when he’s free. I climb in my car and drive away, looking for music to play.

I find his YouTube channel and start listening to his songs. So deeply personal and so heartfelt. I can tell he puts his soul into his music. I find myself sitting in my car even when I’ve arrived back home. I do eventually have to get out because it’s freezing outside. But he has such a beautiful voice. He sounds like a professional. I can’t seem to turn his music off.

When I get settled inside, music still playing, I sit down at my dining room table and open the journal. I find a pen and go to the second page.

I’ve never been one to write. But Harry is right. There are some things so deep and personal that you can’t tell anyone else. Not until you know it’s safe. Harry has been in my life a little over a year now, but we haven’t really talked until this week. Not only is he the only person I really can talk to, he is the safest person I’ve ever met. I don’t have to fake anything. He is so honest. And his music speaks to my heart in a language I’ve never heard before but I understand. And it’s heartbreak. I’ve been hurt before, but not in the way Kellen has hurt me. Bur thought it all, I know I’ll be okay.

I continue to write when I get a notification on my phone.

New music from Harry Styles: Always Been You Somehow

I click on it and a video starts to play. It must have been recorded a few days ago, because his outfit is different.

- - -

Masterlist Series Part 1 Part 3

[blac-martian]

☪︎* Babygirl hours ☁︎

Changbin x fem reader

Mature content, grammatical errors. Mdni

Note: i was bored, sorry.

You moaned, your eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure crashed on you drowning your body in serotonin and dopamine. You then bit your lip your hands trailing down his back to grasp at his bum.    "Hey!" He squeaked, eyes widening in suprise as you continued to grope him.

"Stop that!" He smacked your hands away only causing you to giggle, tilt your head and grasp the firm but soft flesh again. "Why? You're my baby girl." You bit your lip wiggling your eyebrow, the 'f boy' expression taking rest on your face.

"What? No! I'm the man in this relationship." He pouted smacking your hands away once again. "Oh yeah?" You taunted, your hands rubbing his back. Before giggling when he kissed your nose. "Yeah..." He said, his voice leaving its cute tone to take on his normal deep and raspy voice.

"Well i don't think so- oh!" You spasmed, thighs shaking at the hard thrush he gave you. "Hmm? What was that?" He smirked, his eyes locking unto yours when your lids peered back open again.

You scowled opening your mouth to defy him again. "I said i d-don't th- fuck!" You threw your head back once again at his thrust. Hoping he'd let you talk once more but he kept on thrusting. Pipping you with his hawt rod- i'm sorry ヽ( ´¬`)ノ. "Wait- oh!"

"Come again?" He smiled innocently tilting his head to put on a cute facade. You gritted your teeth in hopes to hold in your moans of defeat. And at a particular point he started going harder and faster, hitting all your gummy spots. Ngl he was giving it to you direct.

"Changbin!" You begged, your hands coming up to grasp his strong arms for support. He laughed answering a 'yes?' At the call of his name. "Need something?" Too fucked out to respond you only continued to call his name. Letting him know how good he was making you feel.

"Now who's babygirl?" He asked dipping his head to kiss below your ear. Humming when you squeaked out a whine. "C'mon don't be shy. Who's babygirl?" Biting your lips in defiance could only get you so far cause he started to play with your clit.

"Fuh-uck! Changbin wait-" You pleaded your back arching at his torture, you were already overstimulated enough. "You didn't answer my question." He pushed on your pearl, circling it harshly, he was getting impatient and you knew.

"Who is babygirl?"

"I- Me! I'm babygirl!" You wailed, shaking your head side to side at his edging. "Whose?" He asked. "Yours! I'm your babygirl- uhh!" At that he let you climax, shortly following after in heavy breaths and pants with his white essence oozing out of you in spurts. Your chest going up and down as your thighs shook erratically from your heavy orgasm.

After a while you calmed down, your sight unblurring to seeing a smug and sweat drenched changbin. "You alright there babygirl?" He smirked then bursted out in laughter at your petty and vulgar hoarse response. "Fuck you."